Ancient Rings of Time
Giant clams lie settled atop distant mountain peaks; their arid husks supressing the brackish smell of ancient waves that once bathed them in their shallow,
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Giant clams lie settled atop distant mountain peaks; their arid husks supressing the brackish smell of ancient waves that once bathed them in their shallow,
Within the unformed chaos of our past, You pushed and pulled at creases in our skin; The time we had was short but built to
A glowing orb, reflecting distant light, You calm and soothe our planet’s ebb and flow; But how much can we say we truly know, When
Your pockmarked face conceals a hidden truth, Guarding your age like some resentful crone And leading us astray with dreams of youth. A replica of
Forever in the shadow that you cast, She hangs like a dead lantern in the sky; A memory of a love that did not last,
Launched into space like puppets on a string, These metal ships danced fiercely on the waves; Such precious cargo was held deep within, Laden with
The moon it rises overhead, As children sleep and go to bed; But when it swaps from old to new Do angels see their horns